Page 170 of Inbetweeners
Waves kept washing over Nix’s head and he wasn’t sure whether or not he could drown, but he didn’t care. The combination of being rocked by the push and pull of the sea, the warmth of the water rushing over him, the pressure of Emmett’s mouth, the perfect touch of that hot tongue… Nix didn’t even try to hold off coming. Emmett sucked him to completion in moments then crawled up to lie beside him.
“I was looking forward to spending hours doing that,” Emmett said. “Disappointed yet again.”
Nix rolled over and pinned him down. “Hours?”
“Don’t you like being edged? I love it.”
“Do you? Hours?”
“I might have exaggerated. Ten minutes.”
Nix laughed. He lay there in the sea with the guy he loved by his side, and he kept laughing.
“Five minutes?” Emmett said.
Nix rolled onto his side. “You’re not even hard.”
“Ah, well that was because the sea had her evil way with me while I was driving you insane. Saucy mistress.”
“Grab our stuff. We’re going back to the boat. Let’s see if you can manage three minutes.”
They spent the afternoon sailing and messing around with each other, but Emmett didn’t try to fuck him and Nix began to think Emmett was as nervous as him. When the sun began to go down, Nix looked for a place to anchor.
“We’ll just go around the next headland and see if there’s a bay,” he told Emmett. Without a radio they had no idea of upcoming weather conditions. Better to find a safe haven.
But a few moments later, they were confronted by the sight of a restaurant at the water’s edge with lights strung up around the wooden pergola and mostly empty tables beneath.
“Oops. People. Real or not, we need clothes.” Emmett tossed Nix his now-dry trunks before he put on his.
“Fancy something hot to eat?” Nix asked.
“Do we have to swim ashore? What if it’s too dark to see sharks when we come back?”
“We can use the dinghy.”
Nix dropped the anchor and they took it in turns to inflate the dinghy using a foot pump.
Before they left the boat, Emmett insisted they put on T-shirts and deck shoes in case they were required in the restaurant. It didn’t look that sort of place to Nix, but…
“How are we going to pay?” Emmett asked.
“You have to pay in Heaven?”
Emmett laughed. “No, you don’t. Can I row?”
“If you like.”
Nix sat at the back of the boat and once Emmett was sitting down, he unfastened the rope.
Emmett wet him with the first dip of an oar into the water. “Sorry.”
“So you can’t row.”
Emmett wet him again.
“That was deliberate,” Nix growled.
“Prove it.”
